When a deep injury is done us, we never recover until we forgive.

I am a weak and sinful man, but God put His hands on me, that is all.

But to punish and not to restore, that is the greatest of all offences.

When I go up there, which is my intention, the Big Judge will say to me, Where are your wounds? and if I say I haven’t any, he will say, Was there nothing to fight for? I couldn’t face that question. (Ah, But Your Land Is Beautiful)

It is not permissible to add to one's possesions if these things can only be done at the cost of other men. Such development has only one true name, and that is exploitation.

For who can stop the heart from breaking?

Happy the eyes that can close